𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐂.𝐋

𝘴𝘪𝘹

3rd ツ

trigger warnings:
quick mention of throw up, and death.

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"the lights will shine perfectly, and you will get your shots in." moving her finger along the text as she muttered the words on the paper aloud to herself, harley shifted in her seat in the empty photography classroom, biting her own nails as she went on.

"pictures of seniors are crucial, the list below of numbers should help, the shishjs - yeah okay." now muttering only gibberish, the girl shut the packet, setting on the table for the next to get it.

if taking pictures has so many rules and restrictions, there really wasn't any point in taking them.

when harley had gone through the many photos that didn't develop as a way to pass time when she should really be in english class, her stomach began to turn.

partly because these pictures gave her the worst, most unhealthy feeling - and she still came back to them, and partly because of the noise coming from the hallways.

the door to the classroom was cracked open, allowing sound to travel in as it did now. the many footsteps that seemed to be in a hurry suddenly stopped as the sound of the bathroom door shut, and harley stared at the door for a minute until she looked back down, going back to the pictures in her left hand.

now it was back to quiet. that uneasy kind of quiet when you're alone that eats you away until you want to quite literally knock yourself out of it.

harley's nails dug into both her own skin and the pictures as she watched the life he brother had, and thinking of him spread out on the floor, completely dead.

it was disturbing, and it hurt her just as much as it always did. her stomach turned in an even worse way than earlier, and her eyes watered in the slightest bit as she held onto her stomach.

the image of her brothers dead body always made her feel sick, but thinking and remembering it so vividly all while staring at a picture of him in his happy place made her even more sick.

the young girl got up, taking deep breaths, taken aback by the sudden problems she gave herself just now, and she swung the door open, being greeted by the boys bathroom door opening as well.

charles lennon walked out, eyes red, lips swollen, and hair disheveled. his hair was fairly long, touching his shoulder as he attempted to fix it, continuously wiping his mouth.

the hallway was as quiet as they were, harley studied him for a minute and took notice to the fact that he had definitely just thrown up in there.

she shifted uncomfortably just as he did, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"are you-"

as she went to speak, charles' eyes softened in the slightest bit. they were red, they looked pretty tired and he was clearly anxious, but for a quick second they seemed almost relieved.

"are you alright?" harley made sure to be careful with her way of wording things, she only found herself doing that with him.

"what?" he breathed out, almost as if he was barely tapping into this interaction now. barely
leaving what just happened in the bathroom behind now.

his breaths were short, yet slowing down and harley watched as he fixed his hair once again, now wiping his eyes too.

"oh, yea." he spoke without giving her a chance to repeat herself. "yes. i'm fine." his feet turned away hesitantly, and he looked away hesitantly as well before waking down the hallway back to his own class.

harley stood there for a quick second, soon making her way to the bathroom before he called out one last thing.

"hey." his voice was soft. soft? harley tilted her head as she took that in, watching him after turning back around.

"don't tell anyone about this." now his voice was back to normal. the same bitter tone that sometimes could even comfort her in times like these.

she nodded, glancing around awkwardly and charles wiped his forehead, clearly still being bothered by whatever it was that was bothering him.

"just don't." he added one last time before returning to his own classroom.

when harley entered the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and removed her hand from her stomach. with a quick splash of water on her face she realized in this moment she was alright. she didn't need to cry as she sat in front of a stall, waiting for her nausea to go away.

the four minute conversation she just had changed that, and she admired that fact for a second as she continued to stare in the mirror.

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